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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.