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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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?
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.