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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fall to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.