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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.