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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Can,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
MDC,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.