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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.