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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.