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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.