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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.