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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
JFA,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.