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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.