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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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?
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.