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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.