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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.