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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.