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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Index,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.