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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.