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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.