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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.