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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.