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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Names,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.