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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.