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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.