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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
JFA,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.