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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.