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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.