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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Doors,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.