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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.