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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.