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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
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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.