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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.