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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.