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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.