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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.