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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.