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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
the Association,
The Names,
Nas,
X-102,
JFA,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.