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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.