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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Can,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.