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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 ABBA to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.