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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.