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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.