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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Move,
Television,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.