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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Slave to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.