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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.