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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.