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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.