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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Organ,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Pylon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.