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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultra Naté 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.