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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.