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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.