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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Skaos,
the Germs,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.