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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.