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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Gong,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.