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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.