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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.