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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.