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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.