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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.