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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.