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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Japan,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.