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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.