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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.