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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.