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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.