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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.