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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.