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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Japan,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.