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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.