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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Whodini,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.