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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.