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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.