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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.