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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.