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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.