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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.