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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.