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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.