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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Lyres,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.