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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.