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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Fear,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.