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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.