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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 rhodes and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.