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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.