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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Magma,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.