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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.