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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.