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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.