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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.