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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Cymande,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.