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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.