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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Motorama,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.