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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Can,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.