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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Nas,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.