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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Main Source 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.