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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.