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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.