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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.