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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.