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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Brick,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
MC5,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.