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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
DNA,
Gong,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.