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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.