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 Maldives and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.