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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.