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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.