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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.