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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.