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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Nico,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.