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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.