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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Blancmange,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.