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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Organ,
June of 44,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.