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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.