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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.