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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.