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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.