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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.