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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Can,
10cc,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.