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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.