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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.