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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.