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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.