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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.