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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.