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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.