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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.