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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.