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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.