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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.