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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.