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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.