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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
AZ,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.