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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.