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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.