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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
DNA,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.