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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.