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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.