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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.