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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.