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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
X-102,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.