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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.