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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.