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 London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.