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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.