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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.