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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.