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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.