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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.