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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.