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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.