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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.