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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.