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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.