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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.