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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.