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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
the Association,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.