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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Technova,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.