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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Remains,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.