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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.