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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.