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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.