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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Crime,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.