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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The Litter,
CMW,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.