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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.