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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.