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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.