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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.