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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.