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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.