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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Magma,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.