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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.