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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.