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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.