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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.