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 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Yaz,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Skaos,
the Association,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.