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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.