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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.