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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.