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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Gong,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.