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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.