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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.