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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.