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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.