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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.