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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.