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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.