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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.