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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.