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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.