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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.