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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.