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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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?
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.