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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.