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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.