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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.