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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Skaos,
UT,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.