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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.