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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
June of 44,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.