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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.