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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.