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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.