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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.