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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Can,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Shoche,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.