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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
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The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.