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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
The Litter,
Swans,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.