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 Iceland and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
MC5,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Index,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.