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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.