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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.