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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.