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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.