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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.