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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.