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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.