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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Brick,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.