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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Neu!,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.