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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.