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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.