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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.