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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.