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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
X-101,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.