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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.