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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.