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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.