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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.