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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.