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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.