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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.