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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.