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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.