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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.