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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.