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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.