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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.