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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.