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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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