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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.