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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Index,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.