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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.