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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.