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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.