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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.