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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.