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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.