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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.