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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.