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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.