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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.