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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Niagra,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.