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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
10cc,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.