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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.