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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
CMW,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.