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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.