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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.