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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.