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 Italy and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.