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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.