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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.