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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Smog,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.