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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.