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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.