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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.