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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.