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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Japan,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.