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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.