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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.