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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.