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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Busters,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.