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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.