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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.