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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.