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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.