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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.