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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.