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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Rekid,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.