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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.