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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.