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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Model 500,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Wire,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.