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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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?
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.