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 Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.