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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Pagans,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.