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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Babytalk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.