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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Pole,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
cv313,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.