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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.