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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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?
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.