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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.