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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.