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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Wire,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.