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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.