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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.