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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.