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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.