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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.