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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.