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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.