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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.