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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.