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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.