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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.