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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.