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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
The Residents,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.