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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.