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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.