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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.