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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.