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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
The Standells,
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.