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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.