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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.