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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.