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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.