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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.