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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.