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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.