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 China and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.