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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins 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 crunk 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 a marimba and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.