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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.