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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.