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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Main Source,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.