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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.