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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.