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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Can,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.