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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Echospace,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.