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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.