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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.