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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.