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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.