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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
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.