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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.