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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.