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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.