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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.