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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.