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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.