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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.