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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.