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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.