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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.