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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.