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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.