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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.