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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.