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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.