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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.