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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.