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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.