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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.