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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.