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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.