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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Monks,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.