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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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?
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Index,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.