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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.