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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.