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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.