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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.