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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.