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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Pole,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.