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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Martian,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.