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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
X-102,
Pole,
Whodini,
Franke,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
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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.