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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.