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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.