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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.