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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.