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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.