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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Quantec,
Fear,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.