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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.