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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.