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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.