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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 marimba 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.