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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.