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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.