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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.