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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
UT,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.