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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Gong to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.