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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
X-101,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.