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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.