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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Fear,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.