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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.