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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.