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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.