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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.