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 Russia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.