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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Index,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.