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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.