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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
MC5,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
DNA,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.