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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.