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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.