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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.