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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.