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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.