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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.