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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.