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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Nas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.