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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.