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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.