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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Rekid,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.