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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.