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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.