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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
CMW,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.