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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.