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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.