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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.