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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.