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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Mars,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.