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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.