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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.