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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.