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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.