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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.