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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Nas,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.