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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.