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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.