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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.