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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
UT,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.