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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Nico,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.