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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.