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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.