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 Nauru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Unwound 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.