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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Brick,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Q65,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.