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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.