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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Swans,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.