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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.