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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.