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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.