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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.