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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.