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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.