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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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