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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gories to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.