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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.