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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.