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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.