Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.