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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.