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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.