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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.