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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.