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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.