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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.