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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.