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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Nas,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.