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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.