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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.