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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.