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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.