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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.