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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.