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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.