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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.