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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.