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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.