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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.