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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 a chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.