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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.