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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.