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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.