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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.