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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.