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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.