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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.