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 India 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
the Association,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.