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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.