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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Index,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.