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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.