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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.