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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.