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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
UT,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.