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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.