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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.