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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.