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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
MDC,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.