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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.