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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.