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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.