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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.