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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.