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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.