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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
CMW,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.