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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.