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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.