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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.