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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.