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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Roxette,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.