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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.