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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.