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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
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.