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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.