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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.