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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.