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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
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.