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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.