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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.