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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.