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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.