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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.