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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.