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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.