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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Infiniti 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.