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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.