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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.