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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.