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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.