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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Names,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.