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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.