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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Television,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.