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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.