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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.