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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.