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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.