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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.