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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.