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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.