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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.