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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.