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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.