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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Darondo,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
The Index,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
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.